"No rival shall ever boast she
has conquered Angelique des Meloises!" cried she, clenching her
hands. And thus it was in this crisis of her fate the love of Le
Gardeur was blown like a feather before the breath of her passionate
selfishness. The weights of gold pulled her down to the nadir.
Angelique's final resolution was irrevocably taken before her eager,
hopeful lover appeared in answer to her summons recalling him from
the festival of Belmont.
CHAPTER XXIII.
SEALS OF LOVE, BUT SEALED IN VAIN.
She sat waiting Le Gardeur's arrival, and the thought of him began
to assert its influence as the antidote of the poisonous stuff she
had taken into her imagination. His presence so handsome, his
manner so kind, his love so undoubted, carried her into a region of
intense satisfaction. Angelique never thought so honestly well of
herself as when recounting the marks of affection bestowed upon her
by Le Gardeur de Repentigny. "His love is a treasure for any woman
to possess, and he has given it all to me!" said she to herself.
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